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Daily
It's good to use a reference point so often, to remind oneself not to
be too serious, not to get lost within the inner thoughts of mind, and
philisophical wanderings. So, onto the daily existence, the
journal, the collection of thoughts, diary if you will.
I awoke this morning in a slight haze, induced by a glass of red wine
drank last night safely at home. Unable to find purpose, or
motivation, I swung between thoughts of avoiding class merely for the
reason of not wanting to go, and guilty proddings of my mother urging
with eyes and sighs to get moving. Being a responsible graduate
student, I tore myself out of my pajamas fifteen minutes before class
and wandered into the sunshine. Oh, terrible sunshine, shining so
bright in my creased eyes.
After sitting through two hours of what I had expected to be a
fruitless class of listening to my fellow classmates torture the
language, I wandered into my professors office to gather her
signature. She has been teaching at this institute for years, and
I am constantly amazed by her ability to laugh and patiently lead her
students through terrible uses of her native language. As I was
getting ready to leave her office, and had her signature safely on my
registration form, she said, your Chinese has been yue lai yue
improving through the semester. HA! Walking home with a
smile on my face, I was glad for my mother's eyes.
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Wind and Rain
The flag was flapping
tossing and folding
seemingly confused, strident.
Crisp with starch, motionless in time.
We picked an old parking lot
to sit, reminisce, become
sentimental and serious
The wood, splintered, offered no comfort.
Space collapses when words are repeated
sentences of past, present, and future.
Two eyes mix for me into three
revealing the universe; restricted,
timeless, inviting, dead.
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29!!
http://ginasmith.typepad.com/photos/my_life/gina_spelunking.html
http://www.lockhartsteele.com/below14/archive/2004/Jan23_1055.shtml
http://www.harmful.org/homedespot/inept/COSMONAUT.HTML
http://www.mammoth.cave.national-park.com/hike.htm
http://www.patmccurdy.com/cgi-bin/lyrics/view.cgi?7
http://www.astonishingtales.com/screendiary/200404.html
http://www.houstonclowns.com/clowns.html
http://www.webdelsol.com/pbq/Fiction/Anthony.htm
http://www.horror-movies.ca/horror_3618.html
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River
Once I laid in a riverbed
Back against slippery stones
head submerged.
Engulfed and cold
My senses sought
familiarity.
Straining against the current
like an adolescent trout,
I flowed.
Turbulance and oxygen
Bubbling, gurgling, sweeping
Urging my lungs to openly return
and expand into moisture.
I discovered
I wept without knowing
and the world collapsed into the passing brook
endlessly falling, intricately connecting,
unforgiving.
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Today, I vacillate between being sincerely wacky or frivolously solemn.
Tomorrow, I contemplate deep sleep or coffee mania.
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